It seems I can write haiku faster than I can blog about them and tell their stories. For now, I’ll just catch up on the haiku archiving and let them stand on their own merits.

Most are of the scenery and summer weather found in Cannes at this time of year: the humid heat, the daily thrum of cicadas, the rising clouds at the end of each day that yield no rain forming imagines of fluffy bunnies, dragons, flying pigs, and other flights of fancy.